Alexandra.
After Eros left with my daughter, my mind started replaying the events that led me to end up in this gloomy hospital room.
John had never laid a hand on me.
He could have killed me.
I could have died and maybe, just maybe, if Eros hadn't stayed late, no one would know about my death.
The doctor had said that if he had hit me a few more times on the head, I might not be talking to anyone now, except maybe God
His words, not mine.
I had to file a restraining order against John, but apparently, he has a lot of influence in the police department because when they went to look for the culprit, he had already posted bail and disappeared from Miami. In the end, it wouldn't do much good, so I won’t do anything for now, but I'll talk to Maryse to see what else can be done.
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